[Times like this are the worst. When the demon isn't toying with him, or seducing him, but simply... being there. Almost as if he's a normal person instead of a creature of sin. It makes Chikusa feel as if he's seeing something he shouldn't be when that voice goes soft and tired, when the touches he's given aren't sly but no less intimate.]
[Times like this make him wonder if perhaps the demon truly could keep him, and if it wouldn't be so bad.]
[Such thoughts make his heart ache. For a second, he can only lay there with their limbs tangled together, breath frozen and eyes wide, before he presses his face further into the mattress and lets his hair spill out of place and across his expression. As much as he knows he should, he doesn't dare let go, and instead only lays there listening to the slow breathing of the man sharing his bed.]
[It's hard to say for how long he can't help but stay awake, listening to it, before his body finally gives into sleep.]
[...Now to see which of them wakes up before the alarm.]
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[Times like this make him wonder if perhaps the demon truly could keep him, and if it wouldn't be so bad.]
[Such thoughts make his heart ache. For a second, he can only lay there with their limbs tangled together, breath frozen and eyes wide, before he presses his face further into the mattress and lets his hair spill out of place and across his expression. As much as he knows he should, he doesn't dare let go, and instead only lays there listening to the slow breathing of the man sharing his bed.]
[It's hard to say for how long he can't help but stay awake, listening to it, before his body finally gives into sleep.]
[...Now to see which of them wakes up before the alarm.]